Confessions of a Grocery Store Rebel
The other day, I found myself doing the “grocery cart limbo” – you know, that awkward crouch-and-lean you do to reach the last carton of egg whites behind someone’s carefully curated cartload. As I emerged, triumphant, with my prize, I realized the person whose personal space I’d just invaded was staring daggers at me. It was in that moment I knew: I was a grocery store etiquette outlaw, and I kind of loved it.
The “10 Items or Less” Lie (and Other Checkout Line Shenanigans)
Let’s be honest, the “10 Items or Less” sign is basically a suggestion, right? I mean, who among us hasn’t brazenly rolled up to the express lane with a cart overflowing with produce, convincing ourselves that individual bananas totally count as separate items? Don’t even get me started on the self-checkout. That magical land of “unexpected item in the bagging area” is where my inner rebel truly thrives. Who needs a cashier to judge my questionable produce-weighing skills anyway?
